Our Lady of Guadalupe
Choices
Dora’s Windmill
Dora asked me to paint the windmill that is in her yard. At the time, I must have been drinking, because I said, “Sure. I can do that.” The canvas is 2’x3′. Big… As Dora commented, “Go big or go home.”
So, we took a picture.
Then I made a first attempt that did not work out, so I made some notes for the second.
I painted this bit almost two years ago and then set it aside. I had no idea how to proceed.
A few weeks ago, Dora took a picture of something, then commented on the empty space, apparently reserved for her windmill. This weekend, I went to work on it and actually finished. I’m very pleased with the end result. I hope she is too.
Watercolor: Into the Blue
Poem: Rules
there are rules
how we hate them
there are rules
but they must be followed
there are rules
but this is the night
they are broken
why?
because the pink engaged the blue
the blue was overwhelmed
and the sky became an end
Yes
There are the days
when the moon shines
and the whiskey flows
but then there are days
when the atrocity of it all
melts in the pink of your flesh
cries for another day
and screams at the night of your death
to return to the day before
Yes
I’ll make the scars
that traverse my skin
waiting for the days
that you are buried in us
Yes
I saw the moon set
and the sun rise
there was no sleep
but
but
the pink engaged the blue
and the blue
and the blue
LIVED!
Sun or Moon
the sun or the moon
my eyes are seeking you
the sun the moon
the skies are above you
the sun the moon
in the end we are together
a place of light
and a place where the skies
skip to their own tune
a place of darkness
that brings hands
grasping for one another
snow on the mountain
end of things
but not the end
only a new beginning
in the full light
of the sun or the moon
Journal: December 19, 2021
Eclipse of a Black Sun
Candle in a Cave 